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Date: 28 September 2004 22:26:45
Please, please can somebody explain how persons unknown linked to me via a googlesearch on 'piles problems caused by folding chair!' Please.
I've quite forgotten what I was going to write. This creeping cold has turned my brain to mush. Nor has it helped the singing, either, although I'd put the dry throat down to central heating. I'll need to bring a larger bottle of water next time, I gulped down so much. Partly out of nervousness, I'll admit, as today we finally broke through the sound barrier and sang to the others in pairs. I can't pretend that 'While Shepherds washed thei..watched their flocks' is my favourite carol. Still, we managed. Well, put it this way, nobody walked out! We've each been given a recording of the various exercises to practice with at home. Makes a change from listening to old sermon tapes over the ironing mountain, I suppose. I shall ignore Mr M's remarks about locking up the animals before I start.
Said Mr M is in sunny France atm. I'd barely got in this afternoon when I had a call from SIL wanting to know when next we'd be up, as she'd left the new leggings I bought her behind in the house. I had to break the news that though we'll be moving her mum on Saturday next, we'll have no time to do anything else. Mr M's said as much to Mum, who seems to think that he's available and able to drop whatever he's doing at any time to hare up the motorway to attend to domestic worries (some of which are imaginary). We detected the same attitude whilst she was in hospital, often from social services and the medical staff. who seemed to assume that we were local, a number of times made arrangements which later had to be undone because we couldn't get up there, frightening Mum in law in the process.
We're so much hoping that the move, into a more supported living situation will go some way towards restoring her confidence,and with our help enable her to regain some degree of independence. And maybe, if she's happier, we'll be able to gently encourage SIL to do a wee bit more for herself. Luckily, the staff at the place she's resident at have been marvellously supportive this last year. Last week, we signed an agreement clearly stating the number of cigarettes she's allowed to have per day. (we give them to the staff to be handed over). Thus , hopefully, putting a stop to frantic phone calls days before we're due up there). And we're working on her trying to go out and buy her own toiletries,and other bits n'bobs. I'd been supplying her with these regularly until a member of staff I'd not met before put me right as to what should and should not be my responsibility. The worry behind this for us, is, of course, that if we push her too far, she'll end up going back into hospital. The thought of the effect that would have on her mum in her present state doesn't bear thinking about! So, there we are - Christian charity is in short supply on our part, just now.